i love the way she starts off so eloquently and deep and then ends it off completely different


Author’s Note: I never write stuff. (I’m not just saying that. I’ve honestly NEVER written a fic.) but I listened to Perfect approximately one billion times and I could not get this scene out of my head. Thank you sooo much to @wildegreenlight for being my kind beta and @jenn582 and @thefinalhorcruxx for being my cheerleaders. Without them it’s unlikely I would have bothered to finish.

Written to and inspired by Ed Sheeran’s Perfect  played on endless repeat.

The song faded to an end and Ron pulled away from the girl clinging to his waist, looking down at her with a lopsided grin. He could hardly believe they’d been dancing since he’d impulsively whisked her away from Krum.

Hermione gazed up at him, slightly breathless, a question in her eyes.

“Follow my lead,” he winked, took her hand and spun her through the other dancers past the edge of the makeshift dance floor and out through a gap in the marquee.

After the suffocating warmth inside the tent, the fresh air felt brilliant on his skin as he turned to face her, “Hermione… can I show you something?”

Her cheeks were flushed from dancing and her curls were wild, escaping from the intricate updo she’d worn to the wedding. She looks perfect.

“Of course, Ron.”

Was he mental or were her eyes actually sparkling?

The sun had long since set, but the breeze still had a warmth to it. They slowly made their way through a field towards a small pond with a rickety dock. Ron hoped she wouldn’t notice that they were still holding hands or if she did, he silently begged that she wouldn’t let go.

“We’re here.”

Ron dropped himself unceremoniously onto the end of the dock, tugging his shoes off and quickly shoving his holey socks into them. He cuffed up the edge of his trousers and let his legs dangle over the edge, bare feet skimming the water below.

“Sit with me?”

Hermione laughed and slipped off her own shoes. Ron reached a hand up to help steady her as she settled down next to him. “What are we doing here Ron? I have seen this pond before you know…. many times.” She smiled up at him and playfully knocked her shoulder into his so he’d know she wasn’t actually upset.

“I… well. Yeah, no. I  just…”


One hand went to rub the back of his neck and he took a deep breath, “I just wanted to spend a few minutes alone.” She arched a questioning eyebrow at him. “I mean, alone, with um.. yeah.. you.” His eyes flicked to hers briefly and then focused on the pond in front of them. He could feel the blush literally climbing his neck. Good one Ron. Real eloquent. Bloody ‘ell. Eloquent! That’s the kind of word he should be using. Not ones like ‘um and yeah.’

He felt her hand gently cover his, he turned his ever so slightly and his pulse quickened when she intertwined their fingers.

“This was a brilliant idea Ron,” she smiled at him. “After meeting so many new people tonight, the idea of being alone for a few minutes sounds wonderful. Alone… together.” There was that twinkle in her eyes again. He could get lost in her eyes.

As they sat there, holding hands in the silence, Ron gathered every bit of courage he had and started to slowly move his thumb across the soft skin of her hand. Hermione let out a breath he didn’t realize she’d been holding and her head gently fell to rest on his shoulder.

She’s an angel. I don’t deserve this.

He’d lost track of how long they’d been sitting together when the sudden sound of music from the reception broke the spell they were under and he quickly stood up, brushing his trousers off, “Suppose we should get back before they send the twins to find us, yeah?”

Hermione rose slower, trying to straighten out her dress. She looked beautiful in that dress. She always looked beautiful, but his heart near to stopped when she’d walked out of the Burrow in that dress. She followed him off the dock and onto the grass, looking self-conscious as she tried to tuck the flyaway curls behind her ear, “I’m a mess.”

His heart beat faster and suddenly he didn’t care if his mum sent every single one of his siblings and Aunt Muriel out to look for them. She looks perfect. How can she not know? “Dance with me.”

“Here?” she almost giggled. Hermione almost giggled..!

“Yeah,” he nodded his head towards the tent, feeling encouraged by her reaction, “I love this song.” He extended his hand.

She smiled at him shyly from beneath her lashes, dropped the heels she was holding in one hand and bypassed his extended arm to lay her head on his chest. 

His breath caught. What the bleedin’ell was she trying to do? kill him?

“I love this… song too.”

Ron swallowed hard and wrapped his arms around her waist. They’d been dancing together all night, but this time it was different. Familiar and yet completely new. Intense. It felt, somehow more; dancing in the dark, barefoot on the grass, with her between his arms.

They swayed together, the soft melody of a song in the distance floating in the air around them.

Life was about to change, it was going to be them against the odds. He should be terrified, but Hermione was the strongest woman he knew and Ron finally knew what he wanted. What he needed. The girl in his arms, and he was not going to give her up. They’d be alright this time.

Ron stilled and looked down, Hermione’s eyes were closed but her face was upturned towards his and there was a smile on her lips. He whispered beneath his breath, “darling, you look perfect.”

Her eyes flashed open and his heart pounded in his chest. Had he said that outloud?

Her smiled widened and she raised up on her toes, her face inches from his. He saw his future in those eyes. He lowered his lips towards hers….

CRACK! The sound of someone apparating nearby startled them apart.

“Oi!!! Ronnikins! ‘Ermione!” the sound of Fred’s voice echoed from across the field, “Are you out here? Mum’s gonna go spare if I don’t get you two back before they start the next round of toasts.”

Ron took Hermione’s hand and smiled a bit apologetically, but this time he had the confidence to lace their fingers himself. Someday… someday soon.

Deep Space Nine RECAP: 3x07

It’s ONLY LOGICAL that I don’t leave Season 3 out in the cold (vacuum of space) as the only Star Trek: DS9 season for which I haven’t written one full episode recap. I gotta. And it’s gotta be ‘Civil Defense’, because like, have you seen ‘Civil Defense’? Here let me tell you every fantastic thing that happens in

Season 3, Episode 7: ‘Civil Defense’

‘Civil Defense’ — a Season 3 episode! — begins with Chief O’Brien hard at work converting an old ore processing unit into a deuterium refinery with the help of his engineering intern, young Jake Sisko.

…It is actually only just now in this moment that I’m realizing this ore processor from the Terok Nor days was probably that same godawful Metropolis factory they sent Bashir to, that first time he and Kira ended up in the Mirror ‘Verse of Manic Evil Pansexual Doppelgängers. Hah, neat.

And yes I realize I got all of 30 words into this recap before sidebar-ing about continuity like a fucking nerd, but hey you choose to sit around this internet campfire.

WHERE WAS I. Oh ok, so Commander Sisko has shown up because O’Brien has kept his kid past dinnertime. I would now like everyone to keep in their mind for the remainder of this episode the fact that it was the end of the workday and everyone was ready to kick off and head home.

But before they can do that, Jake is having trouble deleting one of the old operating files from the computer, some mysterious unnamed thing that O’Brien can’t make heads nor tails of either. O’Brien tries to transfer it to a central system and deal with it later, but the computer is like ho ho ho, not today buddy, not on your life, threat intended. With headspinning quickness, the computer is already announcing they have just five seconds to enter the correct access code.

Jake: “Or what?!”
O’Brien: “Well I dunno, but I better stop it—”
Alarms: “BLARE. BLARE.”


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“Watch Me”

Teaser: “Malfoy, give up. I’m not looking for a relationship. Especially not one with the likes of you.” 

“Please, love,” he drawled. “If anyone could break your no relationship mantra, it would be me.”

“I’d love to see you make that happen.”

“Just watch me.”

⇢ Basically, Malfoy is in for one hell of a ride.
Requested by @powerpuff-bucky.

“What do you say, Y/L/N? Would you do me the honor of accompanying me to Hogsmeade this Saturday?”

You whirled around to see Draco Malfoy lazily striding toward you. Now, you’ve had him in a few of your classes and you’ve exchanged brief conversations, but lately your interaction level seemed to increase. As did your annoyance level. “Pardon?”

“I didn’t stutter, correct? I said Hogsmeade. How about it?”

“Hogsmeade sounds great.” You smiled wryly. “Hogsmeade with you? Well, that’s a different story.”

You made your way back to your common room as quickly as possible, abruptly ending the short lived conversion. As you entered, you tried to ignore your friend’s what-the-hell-was-that look.

“Oh, please. Don’t give me that look. If I knew what that was about, I would tell you.” You folded your arms and stared blankly at your unfinished assignments. “What the bloody hell is Draco trying to get at? Who asks someone on a date to Hogsmeade when they hardly know the person.”

“Well, Y/N, usually when people go on dates, it’s to get to know each other. Shocking–I know.”

“Funny.” You took a deep breath as you straightened your posture. “Who does Malfoy think he is? It’ll take a lot more than a shout across the field to get a date out of me.” You tilted your chin up. “I have standards.”

You felt a wadded up ball of parchment hit your face. “Whatever you say, Drama Queen.”

+ + +

You drummed your fingers against the table, waiting for Charms to begin. Your Charms lesson fell right after lunch, but you arrived early to ask Professor Flitwick a question about the previous night’s assignment. As you began to zone out, you saw a shadow loom over you.

Lo and behold–it was Draco Malfoy. Behind him, you noticed, stood Blaise with the usual apathetic expression on his face.

“Do you guys need something or are you just here to bask in my presence?”

Even the indifferent Blaise had to snort at that.

“I actually have a question to ask you about yesterday’s homework assignment, but your presence is definitely a bonus.”

You looked up at him with an impassive expression. You blinked twice. It was no secret that Malfoy excelled at Charms–as he did with all his other courses–just as it was no secret that you, to put it lightly, found it difficult. It was a wonder how you passed your O.W.L. level Charms and an even bigger mystery as to why you continued on with the N.E.W.T. level.

“Do you remember the name of the water-making spell? I seem to have forgotten.”

Your expression turned to one of confusion. “That’s the question you need help with?”

“Yes,” Draco affirmed as Professor Flitwick announced the that beginning of class started and everyone should get to their seats.

“Oh…I’m actually not sure. Piscifors, maybe?” you said without any real thought.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Blaise rub his temples. You could practically see the word “idiot” forming in his mind. However, you saw the side of Draco’s mouth quirk upward.

Well, you never did say you were good at Charms.

At the end of the lesson, Draco approached you as you made your way out of the door.

“Aguamenti,” he said.


“Piscifors is a Transfiguration spell that transforms the target into a fish, mind you. Aguamenti is the spell to make water. It can actually also be classified as a conjuration.”

You crossed your arms and turned your head slightly toward him. “Needed help on your homework, my arse.”

“I never said I needed help. I simply said I had a question. But it was a great excuse to talk to you, yes?”

“No,” you deadpanned, ending the conversation.

“So, Hogsmeade?” Draco asked as you started to head a different direction.

“Really, Draco? It’s like you’re asking for another rejection.”

He smiled smugly, ignoring your remark. “I know you will go on a date with me, Y/N.”

You rolled your eyes. “Malfoy, give up. I’m not looking for a relationship. Especially not one with the likes of you.”

“Please, love,” he drawled. “If anyone could break your no relationship mantra, it would be me.”

“I’d love to see you make that happen.”

He smiled a knowing smile that could only mean no good. “Just watch me.”

+ + +

Of course, by the time the weekend trip rolled around, you still had no intentions of accompanying Malfoy. You went with a couple of friends from your house instead.

“I scared him away, do you reckon? Couldn’t handle anymore rejections?” you mused as you walked with your friends down High Street.

One of them shook their heads. “It is Draco Malfoy we’re talking about, right? There’s no way he would give up so easily–or give up at all.”

You frowned. “I hate to admit it, but you’re probably right. Who knows where the next random encounter with him will be,” you said, signaling air quotes around the word ‘random.’

“Let’s not talk about Draco. Right now, we enjoy Hogsmeade. Butterbeer anyone?”

“Must you ask?” you laughed. “Also, I’ve been craving sweets from Honeydukes lately.”

With murmurs of agreement, you continued down the street, trying to push the thoughts of Malfoy to the back of your mind.

+ + +

As the weekend came to an end, you decided to head over to the library to try to complete your assignments before it Monday. As you stared at your Numerology and Grammatica textbook for Advanced Arithmancy Studies, you began to drift off. Holding off on Arithmancy homework until late at night wasn’t your brightest idea.

You jolted upright at a tap on your shoulder. “Hmm?” you mumbled, turning around in your seat. “Oh. It’s only you.”

“Only me? I would show more gratitude to someone who just saved you from Madam Pince’s wrath. Falling asleep in the library, darling, really? She would have hexed you out of here.”

“My hero. What would I have done without you?” You rolled your eyes, but felt a small smile playing on your lips. “Were you just here to save the damsel in distress or did you actually need something?”

His usual cocky expression dwindled down as he ran his fingers through his hair. “I…”

Your raised an eyebrow at him.

“I overheard you Saturday.”


“At Hogsmeade. You said you wanted Honeydukes…” Draco trailed off, his sentences quiet and unsure, contrasting with his normally eloquent tone. 

“I did,” you said in confusion. Your eyes searched him and settled on a giant bag he held in one hand. “Malfoy, what the bloody hell is in that thing?”

He cleared his throat in an attempt to regain composure. “It’s for you…“ He handed you the bag and you saw a glimpse of the inside. “I wasn’t sure which your favorite sweet was so I–”

“Bought practically all of them? Draco!” you said with incredulity, but felt the heat spreading across your face. “Are you crazy?”

“Only about you.”

That statement caused you to chuck a chocolate frog at his chest, container and all, just as Madam Pince walked by and yelled at you both to get out, threatening to hex your behinds’.

You ran a safe distance away from the library, attempting to control your breathing, with Draco right next to you, the Honeydukes bag in his hands. Once you made it away from the librarian’s line of fire, you and Draco looked at each other and started to laugh.

“Good going, Malfoy,” you said, shoving him. “I’ve never been chased out of the library before.”

“And you think I have?”

As the adrenaline wore down, you turned your attention back to the bag of sweets. “Draco, you really didn’t have to get me practically every treat in Honeydukes. A single jelly slug would’ve been good enough.”

“You deserve more than just good enough, love.”

You glared at him. “Please don’t make me throw another chocolate frog at you.”

“No need. I’m serious this time.” He set the bag down and straightened his posture. “You’ve had my attention for quite a while now, but your rejections just added fuel to the flame. However– I didn’t think that throughout the chase I’d end up actually taking a liking to you.”

You weren’t sure of what to say to that; all you know was that your cheeks were beginning to redden. Although you didn’t want to admit it, Draco’s constant pestering wore you down. You began to think that maybe dating him wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world. In all honesty, it sounded a bit appealing.

He continued, “I was hoping the sweets were enough to help you realize that.”

“It was a major hint, to say the least,” you said once your face cooled down.

There was an awkward pause when neither of you knew what to say, so you simply took a bite of a chocolate frog.

“Well, since you did go completely mad and buy out of the store, you might as well start helping me finish it all.”

Draco let out a strangled laugh. “Sure.”

You caught his downcast eyes. “I never say this, so take note.”

Now it was his turn to give you a confused look.

“You were right,” you murmured. “If any guy could make me willing to be lenient on my no relationship streak, it would be you.” You looked away, finding it hard to swallow your pride. “It is you.”

A grin spread across Draco’s face at your words. ”I told you so.”

“Really? That’s all you have to say to that?”

“I just had to get that out of the way.” His expression sobered. “So, what do you say, Y/L/N? We missed the Hogsmeade trip, but there’s always next time.”

“I mean… We don’t have to wait until the next trip to go on a date, right?”

“Eager much?” he laughed. You stood in each other’s presence as his eyes fluttered down to your lips. Without a moment’s hesitation, Malfoy laid a kiss on the corner of your mouth.

“Eager much?”

“Me? Of course not. You just had some chocolate on your face.”

“Good. You had me worried there,” you teased. “I was worried it was normal for you to give such pathetic kisses.”

“Please, love, if I actually kissed you, I’d leave you breathless and begging for more.”

“I’d love to see you make that happen.”

And again, Draco smiled a knowing smile that could only mean no good. “Just watch me.”

Okay there, out of character Draco. I don’t know… I just think that Draco is normally cocky and arrogant, but when he has a genuine crush, he starts to get nervous and not as confident and just really wants to impress you and ugh. I don’t know, dude.

Thank you for the support on my previous (and first) oneshot. Hope you enjoy this one as well–despite the cheesiness and all.

Feel free to give feedback or request a oneshot. I think I’ll open the characters to the (young) Marauders and maybe more.

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Didn’t expect to get this out tonight but that episode - it just made my writing juices flow. 

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4.2 White Out

Tonight’s episode was wrought with emotion and laughs. Let’s start at the top. Elsa vowing to find her sister. So like Emma in so many ways. She vows to find her at all costs like Emma did to find Henry in Neverland. She used her magic to close the town borders so she could find her without a chance of someone taking her away. This unfortunately as we see later gave the real big bad of the season an opportunity to blame Elsa when the wall wouldn’t come down at the end of the episode. Elsa and Emma’s interaction was wonderful. It showed tremendous growth on Emma’s part that she was able to get through to Elsa, to speak to her and get her to believe in herself even if it was indirectly through almost dying and Daddy Charming’s help.

There’s so much going on in this episode yet there’s not much at all at the same time.


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This is the first things I’ve been able to finish since the season 3b final. I think that sums up how I feel about it. Hoping now my block has been broken I can write more. 

I know it’s OQ week, so this might get buried, but I’m posting it anyway. 

Robin has not been able to stop thinking about her and it’s making him drown in guilt. 


These days Robin couldn’t remember what it was like to walk around without a heavy burden of guilt everywhere he went. It was unrelenting and tiresome… but there it was.

Because he knew in his heart of hearts how he was supposed to feel.

His wife, the woman he loved, cherished and downright adored had returned to him. She was- in nearly every sense of the term- back from the dead.

He was supposed to be happy. His heart so bursting with joy that he could barely contain it. He was supposed to be so overcome by his re-freshened love for her that he never wanted her to leave his sight.

He was, for Roland, thrilled that his son now had an opportunity to know his mother, beyond tales he would share.

But aside from that, all he felt was his heavy guilt.

Because at night when it was his wife by his side, it was Regina on his mind. In the day when they would stroll leisurely through town, it was Regina he was keeping an eye out for- hoping for a glimpse of her dark hair and petite stature. When it was his wife kissing him on the cheek, it was Regina lips he was picturing- and not just on his cheek- but on his lips- full and soft and full of passion.

The woman had not left his mind once and with that came the unrelenting guilt.


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